Sunday, April 9, 2017

I love being outside inside of the small hours, on public roads when the weather is happening and the city is silenced and I have it all to myself, all of this space that's demarcated for the use of everyone, but for now it's all mine.

I love the subtle light that lives inside of the darkness that nobody ever sees. I love the bottom layers of sound that only come out at night when everything else just shuts the hell up. I love being able to walk fifteen feet away from here and disappear completely.

I love the strangeness of everything. I love walking into the darkness of something. I love how utterly unreal it seems.

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Zounds cried the astounded clown in a gown who was bound for down town as he frowned at the resounding sound of the renowned crown that he'd found as it wound up on a round mound surrounded by abounding brown ground near his half drowned hound from around the pound. Meh.